Ashley Gloucester Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Little known fact—whores been around forever, right? Ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves, how badass is that? Howlin’ at the moon, takin’ no crap. Makes me pissed tho—people actin’ like they’re better, clutchin’ pearls, when half these hypocrites sneakin’ her cash on the low. Surprised me once, found out my old boss—stuffy suit guy—was a regular. Ha! “Talk to Her” vibes again—“We’re all fragile, all hiding.” Truth, man!

Human traffickers with network of brothels jailed

Enter Edmund, with his rapier drawn, Gloucester, Cornwall, Regan, Servants. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you'll give me.

I know I’m jumpin' ideas like crazy, but you get it: Gloucester is gritty—with edges smoother than a remixed beat. Every block’s a lyric in my life’s mixtape. Sometimes I even think, "I wanna be free!" and then it hits me: this city's the freedom I rap about.

Gloucester’s Celebrated Artist Fitz H. Lane’s Ships, Boats, and Harborscapes at the Cape Ann Museum